Raum just gets singled out because, yay, alliteration!
As I mentioned earlier, it seems to be “Angel Season” at Reconstructing the Labyrinth. The past month has been a busy one. Some events were a long time coming (such as my finally making things official with Samael after a couple of years). Some of them have been WTF, such as suddenly Lu becoming an ally. (Yeah, I didn’t see that one coming. Well…I did, but I thought we had another decade or so to wait).
Samael and Lu have almost been it, when it comes to interactions. With Samael, little breakthroughs happen. With Lu, larger breakdowns happen. Unless you want to include the furniture flying through windows in a fit of rage as a break-through.* Ba dum ching. Moving on.
And then there is Raum. Whom I usually try to avoid because despite what Z has been telling me, when I meet him face-to-face in the elsewhere, I’m still deadset on him being a cold, cruel, heartless bastard. And he scares me. But I’m completely stuck with him, for better and for worse.
A couple of months ago, I had bought a pendant with Raum’s sigil on it. You know, the one that looks like the layout for some strange spaceship:
I’ve been wearing the pendant a lot the past couple of weeks, as a kind of peace offering. I’m tired of trying to block out connections, especially ones that I have no chance of actually eradicating in the long term. And my connection with Raum is one of the longest-terms there is.
Wearing the pendant was helping soothe the wounds that I keep causing by trying to avoid him. And then the other night when I was trying to go to sleep, I wound up in his office. (Office/Library/Fancy-Shmancy-Parlor…thing).
I’m not sure if it was him actually trying to come across in a different way to me, or me actually being emotionally open so that I didn’t automatically assign judgments on him, but my experience of him was different. He was cool and levelheaded, but underneath that was fire. A blue flame. The kind you could forgive someone whom had never seen it before mistaking it as ice.
And he was not heartless. He just tried to hide the swirling storms of emotion and passion underneath layers of stoicism. An effort I could relate to, although he pulled it off far better than I did.
He held me for a bit, then I felt this pressure on my neck, and like his seal was somehow lighting up. That’s when I remembered I was wearing the necklace with that seal, and he was activating it.
I haven’t taken it off, since. I’m going to have to find a way to balance my jewelry, so that I can continue to wear the pieces Z has given me, with this one.
* The rage was on my part.